While trying to wash the hair of the kid who didn't have a nap today:
No Mommy! (all of a sudden I've gone from Mama to Mommy)
Where's Daddy?
I don't like you! (with a smack on the arm for emphasis!)
Go away! (with a point to the door so I could show myself out)
Oh, and did I mention that Liz the Nanny gave notice today?
GOOD TIMES!
Monday, July 13, 2009
Friday, April 03, 2009
Now Playing on the iPod in Eilish's Head
- 'Mama's Song' - All My Lovin' by The Beatles
- 'Daddy's Song' - Ohhhhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhh (a U2 song from the new album that Owen plays over and over and over in the Go Train parking lot as they wait to pick me up).
- 'Nanny's Song' - Rain, rain go away.
- 'Poppy's Song' - Bushel and a peck.
- 'Beyonce's Song' - Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho (Put a Ring on It - Eilish has grown obsessed with this song and the video and tries to mimic Beyonce's hand movements)
- 'Rockstar' - So What by Pink
- '1, 2, 3, 4' - Feist
- 'John & Yoko' - Here Comes the Sun by the Beatles
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Crib Inventory 2.0
1 Pillow
2 Blankies
3 Suckies
1 Boppy
2 Lambys
1 Purple Care Bear - don't know his name, he has a sundae on his belly
2 Max of Max & Ruby
1 Ruby of Max & Ruby
5 Backyardigans - Pablo, Tyrone, Tasha, Uniqua & Austin
3 Beanie Babies - St. Patrick's Day, Valentines Day, 1 blue Grateful Dead beanie baby I picked up in the Atlanta airport approximately 100 years ago
1 Eilish
2 Blankies
3 Suckies
1 Boppy
2 Lambys
1 Purple Care Bear - don't know his name, he has a sundae on his belly
2 Max of Max & Ruby
1 Ruby of Max & Ruby
5 Backyardigans - Pablo, Tyrone, Tasha, Uniqua & Austin
3 Beanie Babies - St. Patrick's Day, Valentines Day, 1 blue Grateful Dead beanie baby I picked up in the Atlanta airport approximately 100 years ago
1 Eilish
Friday, March 20, 2009
Turning 2 and Number 2
Owen has been teaching Eilish the difference between a man and a lady so when the Swiss Chalet delivery person (who visits our house twice a month) ever turns out to be of the female persuasion she can say 'how's it going lady?' as opposed to her current 'how's it going man?'. She will run down the list of people she knows and put them in to the lady or man category which led to this exchange when I came home for work on Wednesday:
Eilish - Want to go outside!Jen - Oh birdy, Mama just got home…
Eilish - Want to go outside!
Jen - OK, OK let's go.
Owen - That's nice Mama.
Eilish (taking my hand and looking up at me): You're a nice lady!
Now her pronunciation needs some work as 'you're a nice lady' came out like 'yo ni ady', making her sound more Asian than anything else but the intent was there.
Next on the 'making Eilish smarter than us' agenda was the difference between big and small, shorter and taller which she acted out in the bathtub. She would crouch down and tell me she was smaller and then grow bigger and bigger as she stood. She also referred to herself as a Little Girl and me as a Big Lady. So yeah, the kids a genius and Owen and I will be on some Dateline type show ten years from now looking like a couple of slack-jawed yokels next to our savant daughter.
The only obstacle in her quest for world domination is her monthly struggle with constipation. Any deviation from her regular diet throws a wrench into her daily BM's and it is a terrible 24 hours in the Connell house. When she tries to do her 'business' she demands we leave the room she is in, only to cry out when things get tough. I was online yesterday learning the difference between soluble and insoluble fibers and have a plan of attack for her little system - an apple a day really does keep the doctor away. The good news is the whole house will be eating better, the bad news is that during the time that Aunt Flo comes to visit I'll have to eat my Mac Donald fries while hiding in the closet!
This is what '2' looks like in our house:
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Huh. Didn't see that coming.
The terrible twos have arrived and left me shocked. Shocked, dismayed and bewildered. Sure, I've heard about other people's children having temper tantrums and testing their boundaries but never thought my little birdie would follow suit. Why would she have a temper tantrum, she gets to do whatever she wants.
You wanna color Eilish? Let's color!
You want to dance? Throw on some Zeppelin and let's do this!
You want some blueberries for a snack? Coming right up!
You want to play bus driver? All aboard!
You don't want to put on your coat before you go outside? Why?! It's -10 outside.
What do you mean you don't want to have a bath? You love having a bath!
You don't want to go to bed? Really? You've been rubbing your eyes for the last half hour!
You're 'not going anywhere'? Where did you even learn that phrase?
You just grabbed that toy out of Mama's hand! What the ass is up with that?
You want to SCREAM and CRY and get all snotty and blotchy? That's peculiar, nothing really happened, we just put on the wrong Beatles song. Oh, I get it…this is a TANTRUM!
Now what?
Eilish is usually such a chill little girl. Having her test her boundaries leaves me sitting there, mouth agape STUNNED at the fact that she is acting like any other 2 year old on the planet! I know I can be naive about certain things but I honestly thought Eilish was above all this nonsense. She doesn't go to day care so it's not something she learned from another kid so it must be a nature vs. nurture thing. She has turned in to a little dictator and when she doesn't get what she wants, she loses her shit.
Sound like anyone you know?
And when I try to discipline her, give her a time out, she has to give me a running commentary of everything I just said:
Mama mad.
Mama sad.
Mama not joking.
Mama take away.
Eilish no move.
Ahh!
Ahhhhh!
Mama!
Mama!
Mom!
Moooom!
Moooooooom!!!!!!!!!!
I dare someone to ask me if I'm having another kid.
You wanna color Eilish? Let's color!
You want to dance? Throw on some Zeppelin and let's do this!
You want some blueberries for a snack? Coming right up!
You want to play bus driver? All aboard!
You don't want to put on your coat before you go outside? Why?! It's -10 outside.
What do you mean you don't want to have a bath? You love having a bath!
You don't want to go to bed? Really? You've been rubbing your eyes for the last half hour!
You're 'not going anywhere'? Where did you even learn that phrase?
You just grabbed that toy out of Mama's hand! What the ass is up with that?
You want to SCREAM and CRY and get all snotty and blotchy? That's peculiar, nothing really happened, we just put on the wrong Beatles song. Oh, I get it…this is a TANTRUM!
Now what?
Eilish is usually such a chill little girl. Having her test her boundaries leaves me sitting there, mouth agape STUNNED at the fact that she is acting like any other 2 year old on the planet! I know I can be naive about certain things but I honestly thought Eilish was above all this nonsense. She doesn't go to day care so it's not something she learned from another kid so it must be a nature vs. nurture thing. She has turned in to a little dictator and when she doesn't get what she wants, she loses her shit.
Sound like anyone you know?
And when I try to discipline her, give her a time out, she has to give me a running commentary of everything I just said:
Mama mad.
Mama sad.
Mama not joking.
Mama take away.
Eilish no move.
Ahh!
Ahhhhh!
Mama!
Mama!
Mom!
Moooom!
Moooooooom!!!!!!!!!!
I dare someone to ask me if I'm having another kid.
Monday, March 02, 2009
Intuition
Eilish is feeling a little under the weather. She was sicker yesterday than she had even been, to the point that the thermometer turned red when I put it in her ear. She is feeling much better now, that is when I call home I can hear her in the background - 'Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy!'
Her temporary illness affected people in different ways. Owen was concerned and a little shocked, Donnie K. was ready to rip up the carpet (?), Joel didn't want to hear anything other than she was feeling better and Judes was saddened. My feelings were a mixture of all of the above, except for the carpet thing. I tried to explain it to Owen last night. When I looked in Eilish's eyes, I knew she was under the weather but I also knew that she was going to be OK. I truly believe that if there was something seriously wrong with her, all she needed to do was look in my eyes and I would know. This feeling pretty much sums up motherhood for me. The feeling of knowing your kid. Sure, she fell asleep in my arms and was warm to the touch but I knew, by making eye contact with her that she was going to be OK. My little birdie let me that she wasn't feeling good but that she was going to come around.
It makes me think of mothers with really sick kids. Can they look in their children's eyes and know that everything is not going to be OK? I think of Carmel with little Ronan eight years ago, weighing 1 pound 10 ounces. Could she look at him then and know that 8 years later he would make his way out of all the struggles and come out the other side a happy, healthy little boy?
You hear about mother's of children with autism who knew at a very young age that something wasn't right with their child and who fought for a proper diagnosis and a better life for their children because they received the message their child was sending them.
Eilish will grow up and her eyes will change, they will produce tears, wear eyeliner and readily accept the laugh lines her father will give her but I know that any message she needs to send me will be given through her eyes.
Intuition.
Her temporary illness affected people in different ways. Owen was concerned and a little shocked, Donnie K. was ready to rip up the carpet (?), Joel didn't want to hear anything other than she was feeling better and Judes was saddened. My feelings were a mixture of all of the above, except for the carpet thing. I tried to explain it to Owen last night. When I looked in Eilish's eyes, I knew she was under the weather but I also knew that she was going to be OK. I truly believe that if there was something seriously wrong with her, all she needed to do was look in my eyes and I would know. This feeling pretty much sums up motherhood for me. The feeling of knowing your kid. Sure, she fell asleep in my arms and was warm to the touch but I knew, by making eye contact with her that she was going to be OK. My little birdie let me that she wasn't feeling good but that she was going to come around.
It makes me think of mothers with really sick kids. Can they look in their children's eyes and know that everything is not going to be OK? I think of Carmel with little Ronan eight years ago, weighing 1 pound 10 ounces. Could she look at him then and know that 8 years later he would make his way out of all the struggles and come out the other side a happy, healthy little boy?
You hear about mother's of children with autism who knew at a very young age that something wasn't right with their child and who fought for a proper diagnosis and a better life for their children because they received the message their child was sending them.
Eilish will grow up and her eyes will change, they will produce tears, wear eyeliner and readily accept the laugh lines her father will give her but I know that any message she needs to send me will be given through her eyes.
Intuition.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
25 Random Things About Eilish
1. I cannot locate her birth mark. I have no idea where it is. She was born with a little red raspberry on her back that has faded with every passing month.
2. She will not cuddle with me but when I read to her she will put her hand on me.
3. When she is done singing or dancing she will bow at the waist and say 'thank-you, thank-you'.
4. If she sees someone she doesn't know, male or female she will ask, 'who's that guy?'.
5. She loves her sucky and will try to get access to it anytime we are upstairs even though she's only supposed to have it during nap time/bedtime.
6. She knows that her eyes are blue and that mine (and Owen's) are brown.
7. She knows all the words to 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'.
8. She mostly sleeps on her stomach with her arms tucked into her.
9. 90% of the time she wakes up, whether it be in the morning or from a nap yelling 'Daddy!'.
10. She loves to pretend she's painting and uses a toothbrush to 'paint' the walls.
11. She does not like loud noises and refers to them as 'sounds'.
12. She thinks Judes is sick with a bad cough and needs medicine even though that happened months ago.
13. I would suggest you not sing 'Poppy's Song' unless you are indeed Poppy.
14. She favors Owen.
15. If I put something new on her and tell her it's new she will say 'Aunt Joan'. No pressure Joanie.
16. If Owen and I are talking to each other she will talk louder and louder until we acknowledge her.
17. She refers to the 3 of us as 'Family' and 'Friends'.
18. She likes to put on chapstick.
19. She will wear my underwear around her neck.
20. She loves blueberries. Looooves blueberries. I don't think you understand the love.
21. She eats raw broccoli. Without ranch dressing. I have no idea who this kid belongs to.
22. She loves to hear a story about herself and what she likes to do.
23. She is bossy.
24. When she is crying because she hasn't gotten her way she declares 'I'm crying!'. Like I hadn't noticed.
25. When Owen tells her that I've arrived home from work she says, 'I want to see her!'.
2. She will not cuddle with me but when I read to her she will put her hand on me.
3. When she is done singing or dancing she will bow at the waist and say 'thank-you, thank-you'.
4. If she sees someone she doesn't know, male or female she will ask, 'who's that guy?'.
5. She loves her sucky and will try to get access to it anytime we are upstairs even though she's only supposed to have it during nap time/bedtime.
6. She knows that her eyes are blue and that mine (and Owen's) are brown.
7. She knows all the words to 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'.
8. She mostly sleeps on her stomach with her arms tucked into her.
9. 90% of the time she wakes up, whether it be in the morning or from a nap yelling 'Daddy!'.
10. She loves to pretend she's painting and uses a toothbrush to 'paint' the walls.
11. She does not like loud noises and refers to them as 'sounds'.
12. She thinks Judes is sick with a bad cough and needs medicine even though that happened months ago.
13. I would suggest you not sing 'Poppy's Song' unless you are indeed Poppy.
14. She favors Owen.
15. If I put something new on her and tell her it's new she will say 'Aunt Joan'. No pressure Joanie.
16. If Owen and I are talking to each other she will talk louder and louder until we acknowledge her.
17. She refers to the 3 of us as 'Family' and 'Friends'.
18. She likes to put on chapstick.
19. She will wear my underwear around her neck.
20. She loves blueberries. Looooves blueberries. I don't think you understand the love.
21. She eats raw broccoli. Without ranch dressing. I have no idea who this kid belongs to.
22. She loves to hear a story about herself and what she likes to do.
23. She is bossy.
24. When she is crying because she hasn't gotten her way she declares 'I'm crying!'. Like I hadn't noticed.
25. When Owen tells her that I've arrived home from work she says, 'I want to see her!'.
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